B2B with K : Train ride to Zahedan

The train was packed with Baluchi and Pathan families equipped with kitchen utensils and often goats and sheep. They preferred to squat on the floor and use the seats for their cargo of pots and pans. A sort of grim hostility pervaded our carriage; perhaps I was imagining it. Quetta held its own compelling terrors. A wild West town, I imagined , populated by an ungovernable constituency of gun totting warlords and their entourage. . .More . . .